Monday, October 8, 2018

Of The Sea


De La Mer












Denys owned a piece of land down at the coast... a weathered growth of grey stone on the salted soil, and in the midst of it a few old mango trees.  He had built a small house on his land and I stayed there... When the tide was out, you could walk for miles away Seawards from the house, picking up strange long,  peaked shells and starfish... The coast below the house had a row of deep caves and grottos, where you sat in shade and watched the distant glittering blue water. When the tide came in,  
it filled up the caves to the level of the ground on  which the house was built,  and in the porous coral rock the Sea sang and sighed.

Isak Dinesen Out Of Africa   



It is Autumn and we have come out of the sun but not the sea. For we are Of The Sea.  The sea is within us, enfolding and surrounding. It is all about Sea Cottage. Driftwood in every corner, weathered tables and chairs, worn wicker,  tattered slipcovers,  sea shells on every window sill and in every nook and cranny.  It is a way of life, a calm ease that remains in every season. 

De La Mer

washed by the sea
Kerrie 

















Saturday, September 1, 2018

Into Ocean







”My river runs to thee-  Blue sea.”
Emily Dickinsen






Ocean
A large expanse of sea. 
 Saltwater covering the earth. A great stream encircling earth. 


The days have become cooler with the return of a delta breeze.  Sunlight fades early, leaving the sky and water darker.  The mer profonde calling me...


Into Ocean


“Darkening waves- faintly white.”
Matsuo Bashō

washed by the sea
Kerrie